That earned her a choked laugh from him, made something loosen inside of him, made him want to play. “Don’t lie, beautiful. You like what you see. You’re imagining my cock in you right now, how good it’s going to feel.”
“Back talk will get you nowhere good.” Her grin was wicked as she raised her arm to wield the belt, her fierce beauty absolute. And he knew he was fucking done.
He’d agreed to a week.
He may not survive it.
But he’d die with a smile on his face.
Chapter 5
Sam was going to lose her ever-loving mind. She was usually a pro at keeping her cool, but the man before her was so beautifully built, so blindingly sexy, that she could barely keep her arm steady as she striped his chest with the belt.
She’d seen Gibson shirtless, had admired the broad shoulders, the light dusting of fur on his chest, the hard body. The man kept himself in shape. But seeing him on display like he was now—hands locked behind his head, pants open, and all that maleness out and proud—goddamn. She wanted to kiss that trail of dark hair that tracked down his abdomen to that beautiful, thick cock, wanted to lick that fluid from the tip, to hear him moan for her. She wanted to cup his balls and tug, see what edge of pain he liked, because she sensed he’d like more than she usually had leave to give. But more than that, she wanted this right now. The man she’d fantasized about for so long giving all to her—submitting. Begging for the sting of the pain she was giving him.
But she had to be careful. Gibson had agreed to this, but he was a proud man, one who’d instinctively try to hold on to some of the control. She’d seen how he looked at her. He knew she was just as turned on as he was, just as desperate for release. He’d be expecting her to let him fall on top of her after his little session, satisfy them both.
She wouldn’t give him what he expected.
“Turn around. Shove your pants and underwear down and then brace your hands on the wall.”
Gibson blinked, his gaze clouded with the haze of arousal and the adrenaline of the pain, but after a second, he did as he was told. Seeing him bend over and expose that muscled backside was just too much. Since he wasn’t looking, she cupped herself through her jeans, pressing her hand against her clit, trying to stave off some of the ache. It’d been too long since she’d given herself any relief, and this was like putting a three-layer cake in front of a girl on a juice fast.
And when he widened his stance and pressed his palms against the wall, putting all that nakedness on display, she couldn’t resist. Abandoning her original plan, she tossed the belt aside and closed the distance between them. Her hand coasted over the muscled curve of his ass, and then she bent down and bit the flesh.
“Fuck.” Gibson groaned, his thighs tensing and his stance shifting.
The sound was like a drug in her blood. She knew the difference between fuck, that hurt and fuck yes, do that again. “I want to bite you everywhere. See my marks all over you. This ass is like a work of art.”
A drop of pre-come hit the bare wood. She smiled. That was one stain on the floor she wouldn’t mind. She raised her hand and smacked the spot she’d bitten. It would burn like a motherfucker, but it earned the reaction she wanted from Gibson when he cursed again. Plus, feeling his heated flesh beneath her palm made her sex pulse with need. She’d never spanked a man with her bare hand. She always used a flogger or whip. Now she knew why people liked this. This felt more intimate. More sexual. The shape of her hand standing out in red on his skin.
She hit him again and channeled that part of herself that had no shame, no fear, that part that craved the kink. “You can’t imagine how wet I am right now, Gib. I’m smooth down there and can feel how slippery I’m getting. My panties are ruined.”
Gib groaned. “You’re killing me, Sam.”
Sam, not mistress. Normally, she’d punish for that. But she liked the sound of her name on his lips.
She stood behind him and unzipped her jeans. Gibson automatically turned his head, but she gave him a hard slap on the butt. “Unh-unh. Keep your eyes closed or stare at the wall. No peeking.”
“Please,” he said, his voice gritty. “Please let me look at you.”
She toed off her shoes and tugged off her pants, leaving her in just her T-shirt and panties. “I like the sound of you begging, but no. You haven’t earned a look yet.”
“Then why are you undressing?”
She slid her hand into her panties and gave herself a stroke, the touch torture since she wasn’t going to finish it, but the deprivation would be worth it. She eased her fingers from between her legs and then rubbed her slick fingertips along his inner thigh.
“Oh, fuck.” Gibson tapped his forehead against the wall. “Let me help you, Sam. Let me touch you. Taste you.”
She cupped his balls from behind and gave them a squeeze. He hissed out a breath. “You know, I love this part of a man. Seeing your legs spread, all that maleness taking up space between them, every part of you exposed and vulnerable. I could get off to that image every time.” She traced the base of his cock with her fingertips. “All of this would look so pretty trussed up with a cock ring.”
He shuddered and she wanted to bury herself in that reaction. Oh, he had no idea how sexy he was, what his responses did to her.
She dragged her fingers back, along the tender skin of his scrotum, over the sensitive spot behind it and then trailed farther, teasing the rim of his taint with a light fingernail scrape. “I like other things on a man, too.”
Gibson’s muscles clenched at that. But he didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. Didn’t sputter about limits. She smiled, something light and fizzy filling her. The day had certainly taken a turn. She’d been pissed when Gibson had grabbed her. Scared. But now she realized how much she’d needed this. Him. Last night was a nightmare in the faded background right now. She hadn’t needed to lash out to feel better. She’d needed to get lost.
In him.